I'll Follow you.

Love of mine, someday you will die, 
    But I'll be close behind, I'll follow you into the dark. . . 
If you leave me soon
        I'll sleep until noon.
Dreaming of the days . . . 
       Of our long overnight stays.

Where we spend our time together.
                                            Searching through the weather

Waiting for the Rain
                                            So we can kiss again.



                      While we're both sopping wet, It feels like we just met.


Your eyes meet mine
And you feel down my spine

         We stand here for years,
            and then I wake up with tears. . . . .  . . . . . Running down my cheek
                                                                                 I look around and FREAK!


Where have you gone?
The Porch light is on...
Until you come home.  .  .  .  .  
                                                                                      I'll be waiting,
                                                                                                      On
                                                                                                      My
                                                                                                      Own.

I walk alone.

I see nothing.
Or else I see everything empty.
Empty Roads.         Empty Houses.        Bare Trees.       Airless Balloons.        Peopleless Churches.
Sad looking really.

I walk alone on this Avenue of Shattered Hopes, there are abandoned cars that line the streets where smiling faces used to fill the air, now there is no one smiling,
                                                                             no one hugging,
                                                                                        no one kissing,
                                                                                                        just empty streets.
Empty fields.          Empty barns.           Empty faces of people I've never seen.     Children looking to the skies.

They see birds.

Hundreds of them.

Thousands of them.

They're flying away.    I wish I could fly away too,
                                                         To somewhere new.

Where people love, and care for each other, and share their time with one another, as families, and as friends.  Where we join hands as a people.  We stand as ONE.  Where smiles are shown, and emotions are shared, and feelings mean something.  But NO.

I see sad faces
                  and
                      Jukeboxes. . . . . No longer playing.                             PUNCHED WALLS.
          and Smashed guitars.               and emptiness.

Hold On for One More Day.

Wilson Phillips holds the spot in my first played song on my blog this week, and they teach us a valuable lesson in the lyrics to their song "Hold On".
          Someday somebody's gonna make you wanna turn around and say goodbye, until then baby are you gonna let 'em hold you down and make you cry?? . . . this is true stuff, somedays you will feel like the world is crashing down around you, and all you can do is
                                                                          watch,
                                                                                  and pray, 
                                                                                            and hold on for one more day.
Because the truth is . . .

There will be another day, there will be tomorrow, where you start fresh, and everything will change, and things will be different! You just gotta hold on for one more day.

"I've found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said "Journeys end in lovers meeting." What an extraordinary thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that, but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare had. I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said "love is blind". Now that is something I know to be true. For some quite inexplicably, love fades; for others love is simply lost. But then of course love can also be found, even if just for the night. And then, there's another kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. Its called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space! Yes, you are looking at one such individual. And I have willingly loved that man for over three miserable years! The absolute worst years of my life! The worst Christmas', the worst Birthday's, New Years Eve's brought in by tears and valium. These years that I have been in love have been the darkest days of my life. All because I've been cursed by being in love with a man who does not and will not love me back. Oh god, just the sight of him! Heart pounding! Throat thickening! Absolutely can't swallow! All the usual symptoms." - Iris (Kate Winslet) in The Holiday

I'm thinking about you. . .

      You ask me sometimes what I'm thinking about, and usually I say nothing, but today I'm gonna tell you the truth! The truth is. . . .  I'm thinking about you babe. . . I'm thinking about you like the clouds think about rain, and cuts think about pain.
       I'm thinking about you like burgers think about shakes, and birthdays think about cakes. 
       I'm thinking about you like trees think about their leaves, 
                               and like kids think about Santa on Christmas Eve. 
     
        I'm thinking about you like Cupid thinks about love, like lovers think about love.  I'm thinking about you like girls think about boys, like children think about toys, like a pregnant mother thinks about her child, like zoo animals think about the wild!! 
              I'm thinking about you like stairs think about a stepper, 
                                  like salt thinks about pepper, like popcorn thinks about butter, 
                                                  like cameras think about their shutter.  
I'm thinking about you like pimps think about ladies, and ladies think about prince charming, and Prince Charming thinks about his Princess, and I'm thinking about you how I think about nothing else in the world.  I'm just. . .
        thinking. . .
              about. . .
                     you. . . .

Intro

Living in a high school with so many cliques can frustrate you, but if you look at it from afar it gives you a look into the real world.  High School is somewhat like a small bubble of the real world, you have the successful, the unsuccessful, the greedy, the lonely, the simple minded, the obnoxious, the overbearing, the quiet, the excited, the depressed, and the list goes on and on.  High School can be a great experience, or it can be a hellish ordeal you have for three years, it's your choice, but as for me, I'm just going to let the chips fall where they may and get on with it.

Love is...

Love is like a cloud.

Love is like the radio.

Love is like a haunted house.

Love is like THE WIND you can't see it, but you can feel it.